"One can't deal with love in such a cold, calculating fashion," thought she, by way of bolstering up her weakening confidence in the reality and depth of those sensations which had seemed so thrillingly romantic an hour before.

"I've given you the impression that Ross and I have some--some understanding," said she.

"But we haven't.

For all I know, he may not care for me as I care for him." "He probably doesn't," was Madelene's douche-like reply.

"You attract him physically--which includes his feeling that you'd show off better than Theresa before the world for which he cares so much.